[Thankfully it doesn't last. Like a bulb burning at its hottest before the filament snaps, there's a rush of sensation etched across their connection, across the map of Ren's tangible grief and outrage, the shaking of bloodied hands that've been scraped over shattered pavement. Drowning, desperate— cold water filling someone else's lungs. Rogers shouting in anger though it's all garbled by decay. Building, building—
And then it stops. Dies out alongside Ren's hold on their link, receding into stark, sickening silence.]
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And then it stops. Dies out alongside Ren's hold on their link, receding into stark, sickening silence.]